[Koltira's so surprised that he leans into the kiss -- Ashraf is warm and present and it's not like Koltira doesn't like affection, doesn't crave touch as much as the next person -- but then he yanks his head away; scowls.
For the first time, his voice is raw and upset.]
I have loved you for days upon days. But you are meant for the living. Go to the living. Go.
[ He falls back again when Koltira pulls away, irrationally hurt, and all the more unhappy for the change in Koltira's voice. Thinking that Koltira wouldn't feel this — that's just trying to soothe his own conscience, isn't it? But there's nothing he can do to ease this pain, no spell to make it go away, no kind words to ease his mind. It's that thought more than anything else that makes tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
He drops his gaze, a teleportation spell at the tip of his tongue. ]
[ There's nothing more he can do or say; anything now would just worsen things. He can't stop himself from reaching out a hand, though. Fingers graze lightly over the plating over Koltira's chest — and then he's gone, with just a rapidly fading circle of blue fire to show where he'd stood. It's a cowardly escape, but he can't think of any alternatives. ]
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For the first time, his voice is raw and upset.]
I have loved you for days upon days. But you are meant for the living. Go to the living. Go.
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He drops his gaze, a teleportation spell at the tip of his tongue. ]
I'm sorry, Koltira.
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